This was my outfit.  A Ruthie dress and matching belt, Fogal tights, (non-visible from this photo- Jeffery Campbell boots) and, of course, the Ralph Lauren suede jacket from the beloved Ms. X.  I don't know why, but I refuse to take the tags off.  It's like I'm afraid she's suddenly going to become a medical miracle and wake from the dead- demanding her jacket back.  I wouldn't want to upset her by informing her that one of her pieces of clothing had actually been worn! (Gasp!)  So the tag stays on.  
I think I'm becoming a bit fixated on Ms. X.  I'm beginning to become somewhat of a detective about her life, who she was, and why she bought so many clothes she never wore.  I'm getting clues.  Like, the other day- while going through her jackets for what felt like the umpteenth time, I found a hair.  She had black hair.  Not dark brown.  Black.  I've never met someone with pure black hair before.  The only people I can think of like that is Harry Potter and Snape.  Could this mean she was a witch????  
It would make sense, when you think about it.  She was interested in muggle clothing and bought copious amounts of them, to study.  This explains why she never wore them.   There's a conspiracy going on here, and I'm determined to figure it out.
One thing I don't want to know about her is her name.  That would take away all the mystery and glamour of Ms. X.  What if she had a common name, like, say, Kim Jones?  That would ruin it for me.  A muggle clothing -obsessed witch by the name of Kim Jones?  I don't think so.  She would become so much more real with that sort of name- and I'm not sure I'm emotionally ready for that.  She's better left unnamed, it's far more mysterious and dramatic.  
 
 
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